Matsuri is ready to seduce Gaara. She is set, and she knows that it is the right time. Except...she learns the painful way that the right time had long since passed her by. She had never thought that fate could be so cruel. Read the Authors note withi

Authors
Note: This was a request by the most adorable midorleef of live
journal. I don't know why people have to do this when it's
obvious, but I own none of the characters; I've never said that
before, but I just felt like saying that. If you love Matsuri, I'm
sorry for your luck.

Matsuri
jumped from one Suna dome to the next; tonight, she had the resolve!
For years now, she had been jumping around the fantasy of finally
admitting her feelings to Gaara instead of just giving subtle hints
and hoping he would catch on. Now, she was going to get serious!
She had a kinky little night gown under the long coat she was wearing
to beat off the nights chill. She couldn't lose!

She
had finally come to the decision that now would be the best time for
plan C; Gaara had been kind of… happy. Any one else but herself
never would have caught on, but she had noticed it as if a desert
storm had occurred. She didn't bother to think of what could have
made this occur, she just smiled with glee at her luck. If Gaara had
been happy before, she bet she could get him to smile by morning.

She
arrived at his window of the Kazekage's quarters; a fiery blush
seemed to color her entire body at what she was about to so blatantly
do and-

A
frown descended upon her once joyful features, a cold dread crawled
down her spine and left a shiver at the base of her neck. What was
that sound? For a moment, Matsuri stopped breathing in order to
better hear it, hoping, but also hoping against it playing again.
Then, unmistakably, a moan broke out of Gaara's room, sounding so
loud to Matsuri that her heart seemed to not be beating at all,
despite the fact that she could feel it's fast tempo against her
chest. Her face lost nearly all of that red hue and took on a shade
similar to snow. NO, she had to be hearing wrong! Maybe...maybe
Gaara was having a wet dream! This would be even a better chance
than before if that were so!

But
it wasn't his voice that was moaning. Against her will, she moved
closer, peeking through the slightly opened balcony doors into the
darkness within. Her eyes focused on the bed, she saw what had to be
the most horrifying thing ever. What was even worse than what she
saw? She didn't seem able to stop watching. 'Please,
please don't let this be true. Please, Gaara, let this just be a bad
nightmare, let me be sleeping on my bed at home. I have to wake up
screaming at one point. Please, please...please...'
It was a mantra in her head that she knew not one greater being of
the world could grant true.

Matsuri
watched as the dark-haired jounin writhed under her only love with
such abandon. His eyes were screwed shut and his upper body was
lifted clear off of the tangled sheets. Both of his muscled, scarred
legs were wrapped tightly around Gaara's hips, shoving himself up
while she watched Gaara push forward with just as much power.

Inside
herself, Matsuri felt herself die. Gaara was supposed to love her;
she had worked so hard for his love. Why did he
win her only love? Gaara had once hated him so much, he tried to
kill him...twice! Why was he in that...that...that FREAK?! She was
so much better than him! She could..she could bend chakra to her
will! That was something he couldn't do. So why wasn't it her
beneath Gaara, screaming for more?

"Lee...do
you feel this? Lee, baby...tell me you're feeling this too."
She watched with furiously stinging eyes as Gaara bent himself
forward to practically swallow the traitor's lips, and she watched
with dying pride as said traitor returned the kiss.

Only
seconds later, they were forced to break apart so that they could
breathe. Their movements became erratic and Matsuri knew it wouldn't
be long now. She may never had done this kind of thing before, but
she had read about it so often...but she wasn't supposed to learn
from books!
Gaara
was
supposed to teach her!

"G-Gaara,
please!-sob-why won't you...-sob- end this! Gaa-aaara, I will die!"

She
hated that konoha-nin so much. Just yesterday, she had let him hug
her; what were the chances that he had just made love with Gaara
before touching her? She watched as Gaara's beautiful blue-green
eyes watched the darker man with such predatory hunger, she actually
shivered, despite it not being meant for herself. She would give
anything if only she could get Gaara to look at her like that.

"Then
end it, Lee. You know how," Matsuri hated how happy she was
that the cheating bastard chose that moment to sob again, because she
sobbed too. Gaara nipped so hard at his collarbone, a dot of blood
welled up and the freak surged up with it, a scream escaping his
lungs as he clung to her love. What is going to end? Oh gods, why
wasn't it over yet? Why couldn't she look away? "Say it,
Lee,...or this...does not end till we are...dead, oh gods,
Lee...baby...FUCK." Matsuri flinched as Gaara gave an almost
forceful shove forward again, his eyes practically rolling into the
back of his head.

Lee
cried out and Matsuri wished she could scream at him just how much
she hated him. She wanted him to just go away! If he had never
showed up, she could still pretend that Gaara could be hers!
"Gaara...-pant-..I...I...I love you, Gaara!..-whimper-."

'No,
no, no, this is NOT happening. Please, Gaara, don't say it back, just
finish it and tell him to leave. I can forgive you, I can. Please,
don't say it back.' Matsuri was openly crying now, remaining silent
through will and shock.

Gaara
looked right at her through the slightly open door with eyes that
were almost grave, but too heated to say that they were entirely
serious. He destroyed her entire world with five words, not as
dramatic as one word ever was, but just enough to do the same job:

"I
love you too, Lee." Matsuri witnessed with glassy eyes as her
one and only love gave another harsh shove, taking Lee's manhood into
his hand and pumping. They finished with a release of their seeds
before falling against the bed limp. Gaara didn't look to her again
as he pulled him flush against his side and began whispering to him
things that Matsuri couldn't hear, didn't want to hear.

Entirely
dead from the heart to everywhere else. She lost everything in one
night, and there wasn't anything she was sure she could do. In the
end, the joke was on her.

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